Pig

Pig - Sick City (live) lyrics

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I woke up in a cold sweat

Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net

Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand

There aint no judge this is no man's land

It's Sick City

Sick City

Sick City's got seven sins

No place where the conscience wins

Misery may be mother

One beggar can beg from another

Strike with the sword

Stricken with the scabbard

You won't get far climbing the ladder

Gotta take care of necessities

Caring for people's a luxury

Make sure you get what you need

So you threaten with a knife to feed your greed

Sick City's got seven sins

No place where the conscience wins

Sick City's got a sacred secret

Save your breath to cool your broth

Sick city... swollen land

Grease on the palm or a broken arm

Sick City has a special flavor

A brand new way to love thy neighbor

Sick City's got a sacred secret

Your guts get full don't drag your legs

In Sick City you're better off dead

Take the fat with the lean or a hole in your head

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